There is an elegance
in contemplating the moon
as your surroundings turn pitch
black.
A nostalgic glare
of two empty beings
340 400 kilometers away.
How Icarus laughed in amazement
even when the end was coming.
That is life.
A Constant Freefall
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 1:36 PM UTC
There is an elegance
in contemplating the moon
as your surroundings turn pitch
black.
A nostalgic glare
of two empty beings
340 400 kilometers away.
How Icarus laughed in amazement
even when the end was coming.
That is life.
A Constant Freefall